Seanachai

Wow! I'm totally taken aback! looks around, while smoking a horrible cigar, and giving Dalem the finger... I totally congratulate you, Lars! But, you know...just to make sure that she's not simply 'settling' for the first dumb-arse Squarehead Lutheran halfwit that ever made her go 'all fluttery' because he looked like fecking Gary Shandling, have you considered letting Shary and I spend a weekend in Las Vegas together? I mean, just to make sure your love is strong? Alright, I'm sure that you're in love, you fecking halfwit bastard. I demand to be part of the wedding party. I love being part of the wedding party. I get to dress up, and family members have to keep trying to put me in some kind of perspective. Maybe I could escort her daughter down the aisle? Hehe..Shary's daughter. Yes, I do want to die...

Hmmm...the gods would make of that the fact that...YOU FECKING SUCK! Sing, Dance, Post Poetry! Versify, you aimless whore, versfiy!

HIRAM! Dance! Sing! Poetry! Do you love your Wife?! Do you love your life?! SHOW US!

TODAY, WE ALL DANCE! TODAY, WE ALL SING! TODAY, WE ALL CELEBRATE LOVE, LIFE, AND EACH OTHER! TODAY IS LUPERCALIA! Right, okay, I know that was a week ago, but WE'RE THE PENG CHALLENGE THREAD! WE NEVER GET ANYTHING RIGHT! BUT, BY DEFINITION, IF WE DECIDE SOMETHING IS CRAZY AND WEIRD, IT IS! LUPERCALIA! SING, DANCE, POST AND ABUSE!

Reverse...step one, two, one two, reverse, step one, two... EVERYBODY, DANCE! HIRAM! SPIN LADY MORAINE! Step, step, one, two... Boo, my large, thuggish henchman! Wine for everyone! More dancing!

Boo, I imagine the parade of your own life before your eyes fills you with the desire to simply have never existed. 'Being and Nothingness' must be like a bedtime story for you. When I read your latest post, I'm not simply... simply... I'm not simply... Sod that for a bloody lark! Boo's right! It's time to MAMBO! In the afterlife You could be headed for the serious strife Now you make the scene all day But tomorrow there’ll be hell to pay People listen attentively I mean about future calamity I used to think the idea was obsolete Until I heard the old man stamping his feet. This is a place where eternally Fire is applied to the body Teeth are extruded and bones are ground Then baked into cakes which are passed around. Beauty, talent, fame, money, refinement Top skill and brain But all the things you try to hide Will be revealed on the other side. Now the d and the a and the m And the n and the a And the t and the i-o-n Lose your face, lose your name Then get fitted for a suit of flame

What a lovely sentiment. Now, if only you could surprise us once a year, we could put away the drool sponge and wave a little 'v42below banner', rather than simply dabbing at out clothing.

Hmm. When you're right, you're right. I'd rather encourage body lice. We missed you. Thank God we had Chloe, who's far more personable and interesting to talk with. I guess what I really meant was, we missed Shary.

Get me a cooling drink, you tosser! Just because I hate Rune doesn't mean that I don't respect him. And I don't respect him. But I don't respect him in a way that makes the way I feel about the rest of you seem like a bloody Holiday dinner with family.

Alright, fine! Just back from debaucheries in Mexico that the rest of us have to go to Japanese porn sites to use as a sort of mental 'mouth wash', and you're already mounting a Lutheran hobby horse. But, given your and Hiram's concern with my immortal soul, I'll 'edit'. Pansies.

Gods. Don't you just hate Rune? Does anyone not hate Rune? Man, I hate Rune.

It was a good post, Lady Morraine! Brought out the very worst in me, without a doubt! And, as we know, the very worst in me is better than the best of most men. The useless little tossers.

No, Hiram. If I am banned from this wonderful Board, as I so truly and justifiably deserve to be, then I want it to be for abusing someone like you, who I sincerely want to abuse, and the abusing of whom means the world to me! C'mere, you hairy-backed baboon of dubious provenance! Gi'e us a hug!

Thank you my darlink. *smooch* I am now gathering things for our unexpected stay-over. Email me anything you think I may forget seeing as I'm sooooo Ooooooold. I went to get up off the floor a few moments ago and my knees were creaking and my hips made these little crackling noises. Not good. *sigh* But your surprises throughout the week and this morning have made such things inconsequential. You are wonderful. </font>

Thank you, Hiram. That's the one I'm going to BFC with, you one who uses his lips to prune the pipe! [ February 22, 2005, 11:20 AM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

Oh, well. Where would I be without my 'Radley', eh? Boo! Boo, you horror! Fetch my falcatta! I'm feeling positively ancient and Iberian today!

Chased silver with a Celtic knot-work pattern, or hammered brass in the Arab style? And who in the hell is Rex Martin? Not that it matters. A head is a head, and a psychotic bequest is a psychotic bequest.

Perhaps we could help? A concerted, organized, and relentless email campaign of chatty, casual, off-the-cuff exchanges by members of the Peng Challenge Thread? Christ, I can't imagine any publisher who wouldn't pay far more than that to avoid continual contamination.

Perhaps, Michael, if I was to send you photos of Dalem's basement bathroom, you'd like me to steady your hand while you put the barrel of the 9mm in your mouth? No? Well, no one can say I didn't try.

Turn??...what bloody turn??? OH! NO! </font>

Er...Nidan...should we be seeing this?

Actually, I'm almost certain of this. The huge-headed bunny had a slightly salty, but rather unpleasant taste. Man, when she gets old enough to type, she's going to be the greatest contributor to this Thread since Mark IV!

Small Emma is much more amusing than you lot of wanks. And her level of repartee is better. The other day, she was taking toys off the table and dropping them on the floor, and then exclaiming 'Oh, no! Oh, no!' as each one fell to the floor. Her mother finally said 'Emma, it's not an 'oh, no!' when you do it on purpose, and keep doing it!' Emma quietly picked up another toy (a large, colourful, magnet backed 'T', as a I remember), smiled at us both, waited a moment, and then dropped it onto the floor. She then said 'Oh, no!' That's fecking genius, compared to most of your remarks, Nidan! Where's my bloody turn, you door-knob greaser?!

Sigh. It would have been just like Christmas...

I’m on my third day in a row of waking up between 3:30 AM and 5:00 AM and being unable to get back to sleep. Probably because I went to bed so damn early. What this means is, I’m up about and doing things at @5:30 AM lately, which feels unnatural when you’re not about to simply go to bed, rather than waking up. So, I’m in bed, exhausted, by 10 or 11 PM or so, and awake by 5 AM. I don’t know how normal people live like this. It makes me want to take my own life. You feel dirty getting out of bed and having a glass of wine or beer at 6 AM, whereas I never thought twice about doing so when I hadn’t yet been to bed. Right now, I’m simply pretending I’m French. Help me, Boo. It has done wonders for my turn sending rate, though. People would have had a turn yesterday at this time, but I had to go to the Children’s Museum with my friend Small Emma. We had an exhausting day, in which she taught me a new game, which I shall characterize as ‘Kiss the Big-Headed Bunny’. In this game, my 19 month old friend holds out a small, soft toy cartoon rabbit whose head is easily twice the size of the rest of its body. I think her mom, Jen, said it was ‘Japanese’, for reasons insufficiently explored. I then kiss the bunny on its immense, overly-large and unnatural head. Small Emma then pulls the bunny back, and laughs and giggles hysterically, making a face you’d expect from one of Batman’s nemeses. Repeat this pattern for something on the order of 45 minutes while her Mom and I are knocking back cocktails on a Monday afternoon and watching ‘Hell Boy’ on DVD. Ultimately I think that what was going on is this: Small Emma says to herself: If you kiss the huge-headed bunny, you’re a complete idjit and tosser. Here! Here’s the grotesquely large headed bunny! Kiss it! Kiss it! Ahahahahahaha! Seanachai kissed the bunny! He’s a complete fool! Here! Kiss the bunny again! Good God, he did it again! Even the snot-covered halfwit kid at daycare that eats things off the floor won’t kiss the bunny more than once! Whatever is in that glass that Mom gave him must be lowering his intelligence to a level lower than dog droppings! Kiss the bunny again! Sweet Jesus in a stroller, he kissed it again! I’m not even sure I can still laugh in the face of stupidity like this...yes I can! Ahahahahahaha! I love Uncle Seanachai. What a tool...